The Ice Storm, the Friend, and the Wardrobe
The ice storm was wicked. Had I
wondered through my wardrobe? Was I in Narnia? It was two weeks before
Christmas. I glanced in awe out the window. The once mellow branches of the
Maple trees, fixed and frozen in ice, smacked the shingles and struck the glass
windows with an astounding clatter. Winds wailed and higher branches splintered
and crash landed on branches below propelling them downward. No wonder my cats,
Mercy and Grace crouched under the down comforter on the bed one minute and
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Oct 13th 2020